broken promises [larry stylinson]

chapter 22

*louis' POV*

i woke up to a doctor hovering over me. "ello louis, im doctor johnson... you just had surgery on your arm and we had to remove your tattoo to get the bullet out."

i blinked. "my-my tattoo?" i asked.

me and harry had gotten matching tattoos when we had first started dating. mine said "haz" and his said "lou"

"yes, louis. all while you were sleeping actually! its pretty funny to know-" he started but i cut him off.

"that tattoo meant a lot to me!" i yelled.

"im very sorry louis, but the only way to get out the bullet was to remove the tattoo to see exactly where it was." he said shrugging.

"you could have just looked where the bullet was without removing my tattoo!" i said, angrily.

"im very sorry-" he said lowly.

"DONT YOU SAY YOUR SORRY TO-" i screamed at him.

my mother ran towards me in the hospital bed. "louis, honey, please." she said shushing me.

i placed my head on her shoulder. "it meant so much to me."

"i know it did lou, but so does your life. if they didn't get the bullet out you could have died." she said sighing.

"i know my life matters! but they could have gotten the bullet out without removing my haz tattoo!"

"yes, i agree, they could have. but to insure that they could see exactly where it was they needed to remove the ink." she said, looking down at my scar in my arm.

"but what does removing the tattoo have to do with seeing where the bullet went?!" i snapped back, looking at the doctor.

"the ink could get inside your arm and then we wouldn't be able to find the bullet." the doctor said, shaking his head.

"the ink could get in my arm?" i growled.

tattoo ink was engraved in your skin- it cant just cant just come out when your preforming surgery.

this was ridiculous.

i sighed and promised that i would get another "haz" tattoo.

"wheres harold, mum?" i asked, changing the subject... trying to calm down.

"louis, he's with the police." she said looking at me in the eye.

the police?

"why the police?" i asked seriously.

"i dont really know the details because they said they would call me back." she said.

"get him here mum."

"louis i cant-"

"GET HIM HERE!" i yelled, sounding a bit like harold.

"please." i added, quietly.

she sighed.

"he saved my life." i said, shaking my head as i looked down at my arm with the scar on it.

"i can see what i can do lou." she said, getting up from my hospital bed. she walked towards the doctor.

"well louis, eh, your gonna have to stay here and recover for a few days... alrighty?" doctor johnson said.

"but i have to go to my tour concert in 3 days!!" i cried.

"louis, you understand you just got shot! and we cant risk someone getting the chance to shoot you in your chest NEXT time! especially since the boss in charge of shahid is missing- zayn malik." he explained.

i froze in my bed. zayn malik?

the boss in charge of shahid- missing? zayn malik?

"wait- who did you say was in charge of this?" i asked slowly.

"zayn malik." he stated.

i opened my eyes wide open and my mom gasped. "zayn malik?" she asked.

"yes! you must know him then eh?" he asked, nervously.

"oh my god..." my mom said covering her mouth and closing her eyes. she shook her head "yes"

"zayn was in my sons band, one direction. but he left about 2 months ago." she added.

"oh my lord!" the doctor yelled.

the door cracked open and a girl who looked 25 stepped in. "doctor johnson, is everything alright?" a nurse who's uniform said "nicole" asked.

"get the police in here as quickly as possible please." he said. "we need them to talk to louis."

she nodded and said, "okay!"

A/N: mah birthday whoop whoop! its my birthdayy🎉🎊i love this book so far guys!! and i hope you like what i did by mentioning zayn and perrie in this book, even though it wasnt for a good reason. anyways, love you all!💗bye!!